This blog mainly covers and archives some of the material surrounding the Hollie Greig case, and explores my own, properly researched position as a legitimate media professional who has spent over five years actually working to get to the truth of it... It's main purpose is to act as a public record of my position on the case. It's not a discussion forum, I'm not here to entertain or give the oxygen of publicity to nutters... You don't like them apples? - I don't care.

If you have relevant information to provide, email it! If you have something rational to say I'll read, consider and may even respond... Possibly directly, perhaps here through the blog.

On the other hand - If you're a headcase your email will be deleted by an office junior and your address blocked - I don't suffer fools at all. Abusive rubbish is passed straight to the Police.

Unlike others, this blog is not purposed to distract attention away from the Hollie Grieg case or obfuscate the issues surrounding child sexual abuse generally... Nor am I here to promote vapid conspiracy theories! - I'm not begging for cash, there is no mechanism for you to donate money to me. There are no books or DVDs you can buy from me on the Hollie Greig case... Or for that matter any similar case...

In short, your approval of me or what I write is of no relevance or interest to me... I don't require your attention, I don't want your money and I have nothing - except reality - to promote here.

My only interest is in the truth of the case, and that does seem to scare certain people - mainly criminals and perverts - out of their wits... What have they got to hide?

Saturday, 26 September 2015

19. The Bookworm…


FOREWORD

26th of September 2015...

I have tonight a contemporaneous account of a real pervert facing real justice in this very parish...  Something of a contrast to the often-decades-old regurgitated guff you'll find elsewhere, authored by Malcolm 'Con-man' Ogilvy... A unwashed Stoner/Waster deemed too dangerous to even be allowed to see his own flesh and blood... 

Such creatures having little genuine concern for seeing justice meted out to real perverts, the very real story of openly, rabidly-Loyalist and Masonic (odd for a man supposedly from a 'Catholic' family) pervert Hugh 'Mitch' Mitchell of Kirknewton is noticeably absent from Malcolm Konrad Ogilvy's site...  Despite the fact it's the tale of a well-connected Mason with an ex-services background against whom suspicions were first voiced almost twenty years ago; and about whom the authorities did nothing, except cover-up for him...

Malky has nothing to say on the subject. - I wonder why that is?


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It must have been late 1996 or early 1997 when I first met Hugh "Mitch" Mitchell…  My daughter was just months old. We were thrown together in a project for a major broadcaster, Mitch being, supposedly, an ex-SSVC (Services Sound and Vision Corporation) Cameraman and ex-army.  All the gear but little idea was my overriding impression of Mitch. Like most freelancers, he worked from home, with an edit suite in his spare (front) bedroom in the modest three-bedroom ex-army semi-detached house he occupied with his wife Gill. - In a fairly expensive and exclusive village just a mile or two from the Edinburgh city boundary.  – Kirknewton.  

I'm quite prepared to name and shame Gill Mitchell MBE in this piece because I am convinced she must have known what her husband was. She was (is?) a strange, bland looking, English-sounding creature… About a decade his junior, 'dressed like her Mother type' quite cold and unfriendly; though rather 'polished' in demeanour and quite incongruous with the diminutive scruffy Mitch with his rotten teeth and unkempt hair – the latter often a feature of those who had endured crew-cut years in the services; as if they were making up for lost time.

The Mitchell household was 'odd'… One had the feeling he was always in the dog-house; and signs abounded that he often slept in his edit suite!  They had no children – which is probably as well… And they were no normal loving couple; some in the village imagining them to be Brother and Sister… Or a 'lavender marriage'... Or for some other convenience...

I had the feeling Mitch was being thrown commissions largely off the 'debt' some might have perceived the country owed him as an ex-serviceman. He certainly wasn't much of a cameraman nor editor nor much of anything else. A dozen years my elder, after the Army he had, apparently attended an HNC course in video production at Stevenson College in Edinburgh - and there were his claims to have worked at SSVC; I saw little to convince me I was working with a peer. 

But business is business; and we were often assigned to the same events. And clearly, from his array of brand-new broadcast video equipment, he had money to invest.

I worked with Mitch for about eighteen months, mainly on a joint project to secure the 'Restricted Service License' (RSL) for West Lothian… A license to broadcast a local TV channel from an office near The Regal Community Theatre in Bathgate. – This was in the days of analogue television; and the bid involved seeking the approval of the ITC with a view to being allocated space on the broadcast spectrum.  Mitchell was supposed to contribute some £15,000 of the initial £30,000 estimated costs – funds he claimed to have tied up in shares which would take time to release. Suffice to say that the whole of the investment remained mine, as Mitchell simply did not come up with the cash, only excuse after excuse after excuse…   I was most aggrieved since to raise that sort of cash my wife and I – and our young baby – had to make some very serious sacrifices; all the time while Mitch lived in relative affluence.

And this was par for the course… SSVC isn't known for employing incompetents, and although Mitchell was somewhere around a dozen years my senior, he clearly just hadn't been the places or done the things he claimed and had nowhere-near my level of knowledge or experience despite his 'bigshot' claims.  The penny took a while to drop; but it became apparent that Hugh 'Mitch' Mitchell was something of a fantasist…

He'd tried (for instance) to push bullshit claims about his education (sounds familiar?); claiming to have attended a highly-regarded private school in Glasgow. In fact he was a dumb-ass barely-literate early-leaver from one of the roughest schools in North Glasgow; caught out of all people by my own Mother, who has as a young girl lived in the same part of town as his family; and knew them for the rogues they were and knew what a dunce he - the 'baby' of the family - really was... 

He was an openly racist letch too...

Next door to his house was a bungalow occupied by a black woman and her daughters, some of whom, in the mid-90s were very young; the woman was an Army widow I believe, quiet, respectable and trying to get along as best she could...  From his first-floor eyrie with its end of the cul-de-sac view of the street he'd letch inappropriately at the girls of that family; peering into their garden, uttering obscenities that were all of unnerving, inappropriate and essentially racist…  On more than one occasion I told him to shut the fuck up and that his 'attitude' just wasn't appropriate or acceptable; it didn't change him!  

One or two incidents really rang alarm bells with me in mid-1998. Mitchell's guard was coming down; and I recall one particular sunny spring day filming in Almondell Country Park when he simply 'disappeared' for half-an-hour.  He was eventually spotted at an odd spot on the river where he could be unseen watching some very young teenage girls frolicking in the water. – 

People weren't happy. People were unnerved. People were angry...

I guess the last straw for me came when Mitchell actually admitted that he'd been asked not to return to the job as a temporary audio-visual technician at St Margaret's Academy in Livingston...   I caught him one day sitting in his edit suite inexplicably reviewing shoddy footage he had shot at the school of some girls in their early-mid teens rehearsing a dance-piece… He confessed that he'd 'had to go' as some of the girls were 'too hot'. - These were children he was drooling over; and he seemed not to nderstand just how far out of order he was...

The following day Mitchell received my notice removing him from the RSL project… My 'legal excuse' for breaking the contract was his failure to come up with his stake money. In reality, I was glad to be rid of the dirty little creep.  I did, after all, have a young female child at home.  And quite clearly there was obviously  'something far wrong' with Hugh Mitchell… 

My concerns were passed to the Police at the time… I questioned why, when he had clearly been asked to leave St Margaret's because of his predilection towards young girls, had he not faced consequences? Why was he not being monitored? Why was he apparently able to go about his business as if he were any other citizen? How did he get issued with a Press Pass?  - I'm still waiting on answers.

Hugh Mitchell – like quite a few other people – has been on the radar ever-since…

At Livingston Sheriff Court yesterday, Mitchell pleaded guilty to seven counts of lewd, indecent and libidinous practices and one charge of rape.  He admitted that between September 1988 and April 2004, he sexually assaulted five girls aged between five and fifteen years of age.  Clearly, had alarm bells not rang, and had I not ended the business relationship, and that man continued to move in my circles, there is a fair chance my own daughter could have been one of his victims…

Glad as I am to see the bastard jailed at last I still have questions…  Just as was the case in Addiewell when I tried to expose what was going on there, the concerns I raised about Hugh Mitchell were dismissed by the Police…  It took over a dozen years before I saw Addiewell's Ian Samson convicted and here we are some seventeen years on from when I first raised the alarm about Mitchell…  

 And I won't have been the only one! 

I recall for instance meeting Mitchell one day on the 'back road' leading out of Kirknewton about four years ago… He was 'black and blue' having obviously received a recent beating.  His 'story' was that he had been filming a piece for ITN and been beaten up on duty – it happens!  Trouble is that ITN hadn't hired him since the late 90s and even then only once.   We can only speculate as to who gave him a kicking and why – like Sgt Schultz 'I know nothing'.  

But there's more…

Many will be aware of my contention that the truth of the Hollie Greig case actually links to the trade in extreme pornography.  And I am happy to express the view that the extreme efforts to deflect from that truth – and in particular the nature-in-trade of certain individuals central to that deflection -  is bound by a common-thread of extreme pornographic material, including images and prose relating to child abuse… 

It's a curious co-incidence that – just like certain of the individuals implicated in Hollie Greig's probable abuse – Mitch Mitchell owned a vast array of video equipment for which he had little or no legitimate use.  - And he is known, latterly, to have originated obscene material; some of which was cited at his trial.  

What was his 'market' for such filth?  

Even more curious is Mitchell's authorship of a book entitled '"Holiday".  – The depraved story of how a young child had been taught how to 'make love' by a character named “Mitch” during a holiday to Scotland. This filth was written in the person of the young girl herself, and describes in graphic detail how she was raped in a swimming pool changing cubicle at the Bubbles Leisure Pool in Livingston and of abuse in Almondell Country Park – the very same place he had wandered off from his work years earlier to leer at young girls playing in the river …

What market is there for something that seeks to circumvent the law on making or using images of child abuse?  How does such material get distributed?  And by whom?

Perhaps we might reasonably speculate that certain 'specialist book dealers' might know? Although Mitchell is no 'Walt' in the sense that he actually did serve with the Royal Highland Fusiliers and was a Bandsman; there remains that common 'military' ground...  And the fact he is a fantasist. Curiously too, Mitch Mitchell is a self-professed 'cancer victim'; claiming to have received treatment for (fully deserved in my opinion) Prostate Cancer...    Of which he is now 'clear'! Isn't it magical how these perverts seem to routinely survive that which so often kills normal men?  

And as for their trade... One wonders how these well-connected Masonic 'types' get away with it for so long; for there is no doubt the Police knew about him....

And there is worse… The Daily Record originally reported back in 2009...


" A DEDICATED charity worker has said she is “gobsmacked” after being awarded an MBE in the Queen’s Birthday Honours. Gill Mitchell (53) of Kirknewton, is set to receive the accolade for her 11 years’ work with Simpsons Special Care Babies."

For Clarity, Gill Mitchell received her MBE in 2009....

More on this remarkable achievement, and a photograph of her,  can be found here…

http://www.sscb.org/site/sscb_news.htm

It must have been very nice for Gill Mitchell MBE to receive her, frankly inexplicable, award from Prince Charles at Buckingham Palace... I guess that's what 'connections' do for you! And from her comment, how much she thinks of the children at the Simpsons Special Care Baby Unit in Edinburgh…  A little baffling that this bland, unremarkable creature should be so singled-out. Truly; what great connections she must have...

It's a pity she wasn't quite-so 'concerned for the children' when, in around 2005 she found her husband's work of filth - "Holiday"!  – For it emerged at his trial that she had found his 'book' a decade previously, and deliberately chosen not to make a statement to Police about it – her conscience only 'getting the better of her' about six weeks ago at the end of July 2015.

Similarly, she would appear to have chosen to live with the filthy wretch for close to two decades that I know of…  And, in my opinion, in the full knowledge of what kind of depraved beast she shared a house and name with. 

I'd suggest to Gill Mitchell MBE that, if she hopes to retain a shred of dignity, has any shred of decency or honour, she should send her 'gong' back without delay; and withdraw herself from all involvement in any organisation that deals with children in any way shape or form. - You covered-up for a bloody child-raping pervert Gill! You stood-by and said nothing while your husband raped little girls; and I'm as sure as I can be that you knew damned-well what he was like twenty years ago...    

It's also a pity that Lothian and Borders Police chose to disregard the concerns I raised about Mitchell in 1998.  And that St Margaret's Academy in Livingston would appear to have swept his predilection for little girls under the carpet back in around 1996…  At least six or eight years of suffering on the part of his victims could have been avoided. 

Hugh Mitchell - The Kirknewton Nonce - will, at last (we hope!) be seeing the inside of a jail cell on the 22nd of October when he appears at the High Court for sentencing!

Ian Samson...
Alistair Stewart...
Hugh 'Mitch' Mitchell...

Who's next on my list?  - Tick Tock!